42. Nikolai
NIKOLAI
She turns toward me first.
I feel the shift in the mattress, the warmth of her body moving closer, and then her hand rests lightly on my chest. I turn toward her in the soft morning light. Our eyes meet for a moment before our mouths do.
The kiss is slow and sleepy. Her lips are warm and slightly dry from the night.
I taste the faint mint of toothpaste and something that is only Nina.
She sighs softly into my mouth when my tongue brushes hers.
There’s no rush in it. Just the quiet press of lips, the gentle slide of tongues, the simple comfort of waking up together.
My hand finds her waist under the sheet.
Her skin is warm and smooth. I slide my palm slowly over the curve of her hip, then higher, until I reach the swell of her belly.
It’s full and round now, taut under my touch.
I spread my fingers across it gently. She makes a small sound against my lips, almost a hum, and presses closer.
I break the kiss and move lower. I press my mouth to the side of her neck, then her collarbone, then the upper swell of her breasts.
Her breathing changes when I take one nipple into my mouth and suck softly.
Her breasts have grown fuller and more sensitive over the last few weeks.
She arches her back a little, offering more, and I give it to her, licking and sucking until her fingers thread through my hair.
I kiss my way down her body with deliberate slowness, savoring every inch.
When I reach the full, round swell of her belly, I pause again, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses across the tight skin.
I feel subtle movement beneath my lips, and something fierce and protective tightens in my chest. I drag my tongue along the underside of her belly, then lower, until my shoulders settle between her thighs.
She’s glistening, swollen, and soaked. The sight of her like this makes my cock throb painfully against the sheets.
I spread her legs wider, hooking one over my shoulder, and lean in.
The first long, slow lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit pulls a deep, throaty moan from her.
She tastes sweet and warm and so fucking wet.
I groan against her pussy and do it again, slower this time, letting my tongue drag heavily through her folds.
Nina’s hips twitch. Her fingers slide into my hair, not pushing, just holding on.
I lick her like I have all the time in the world.
Long, luxurious strokes. I circle her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue, then suck it gently between my lips.
When I push two thick fingers inside her she gasps sharply, her walls fluttering around me.
She’s so hot and silky inside. I curl my fingers slowly, stroking that sensitive spot while my tongue flicks and sucks on her clit in a steady rhythm.
“Oh fuck… Nikolai,” she moans, her voice husky and broken.
The sound makes me ravenous. I suck harder on her clit, fucking her with my fingers in deep, sensual strokes.
Her hips start rolling against my face, chasing the pleasure.
I groan into her pussy, the vibration making her cry out.
Her thighs tremble around my head. She’s dripping down my chin, soaking my fingers, and I love every second of it.
I add a third finger, stretching her gently, and suck her clit with firm, rhythmic pressure. Her moans grow louder, needier. Her fingers tighten almost painfully in my hair.
“I’m close… I’m so close,” she pants.
I don’t stop. I keep the same devastating rhythm, fingers curling, tongue working her swollen clit relentlessly. Her entire body suddenly tenses, her back arching off the bed as a powerful orgasm crashes through her.
She comes with a long, beautiful cry, her pussy clenching and pulsing hard around my fingers. I keep licking and stroking her through every wave, drawing it out until she’s shaking and whimpering, her thighs clamped around my head.
Only when she starts to relax do I slow down, placing soft, soothing kisses on her sensitive pussy, her inner thighs, and the curve of her belly.
I kiss my way back up her body slowly, tasting the flush on her skin. When I reach her mouth, she pulls me into a deep kiss, still breathing hard from her orgasm. Her hand slides between us and wraps around my aching cock, stroking me slowly as she guides me to her entrance.
I push inside her in one long, smooth thrust.
We both moan at the same time. She’s incredibly wet and hot, her pussy still pulsing from her climax. I sink in as deep as I can go and stay there, letting her feel every inch of me. Her walls flutter and squeeze around my cock like she never wants me to leave.
I start moving, slow and deep. Long, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside her. I keep my weight carefully balanced, one arm braced beside her head, the other hand gently cupping the side of her swollen belly.
Nina wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me closer. Her eyes stay open, locked on mine in the soft morning light. Every time I sink deep she lets out a soft, breathy moan that makes my blood run hotter.
“You feel so good,” I whisper against her lips. “So fucking warm and tight around me.”
She kisses me harder, her tongue sliding against mine as I thrust into her again and again. I keep the rhythm slow and steady, grinding against her with every stroke so her clit gets constant pressure. Her hands roam my back, nails lightly dragging down my skin.
I shift slightly, hooking one of her legs higher on my waist. The new angle lets me go even deeper. Nina gasps, her head falling back against the pillow.
“Right there,” she moans. “Oh god, just like that.”
I keep fucking her with those same deep, deliberate strokes, watching every flicker of pleasure across her face. Her breasts bounce gently with each thrust. Her round belly presses warmly against me. The sight of her like this—flushed, pregnant, completely open to me—is almost too much.
I lean down and kiss her again, swallowing her moans as I grind deep inside her. Our bodies move together in a perfect, unhurried rhythm. Skin against skin. Breath against breath. Heart against heart.
I can feel her getting close again. Her pussy starts to flutter and squeeze around my cock. Her moans grow higher, sweeter. I thrust a little deeper, rolling my hips against her clit with every stroke.
“Come for me again,” I murmur against her mouth. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”
Her eyes flutter shut for a second, then open again, locked on mine as the orgasm washes over her.
She comes with a long, trembling moan, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock.
I keep moving through every wave, slow and deep, letting her ride it out until she’s gasping and shaking beneath me.
I keep moving through her orgasm, slow and deep, feeling every pulse of her pussy around my cock.
When her trembling finally eases, I slide out of her gently and turn her onto her side.
I lie behind her, pressing my chest to her back, and lift her top leg slightly.
I slide back inside her in one smooth thrust.
Nina lets out a long, shaky moan and pushes back against me.
This position feels perfect. I can hold her close, one arm wrapped around her body, my hand resting protectively over her round belly. My other hand slides between her thighs, fingers finding her swollen clit as I start thrusting again.
Slow. Deep. Unhurried.
Every stroke fills her completely. I kiss the back of her neck, her shoulder, the sensitive spot behind her ear. She reaches back and grips my thigh, pulling me even closer.
“Harder,” she whispers. “I need more of you.”
I groan against her skin and give her what she wants.
My thrusts become deeper, more powerful, but still careful.
The wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her fills the quiet room.
I rub her clit in firm, steady circles while fucking her from behind, my hips snapping against her ass with every stroke.
Nina’s moans grow louder, sweeter. She turns her head and I kiss her over her shoulder, messy and desperate. Our tongues slide together as I drive into her again and again.
“I’m so close again,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop… please.”
I thrust harder, burying myself as deep as I can go. My fingers move faster on her clit. Her pussy starts fluttering around my cock, gripping me tighter with every stroke.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper against her lips. “Let me feel you come while I’m inside you.”
She cries out as the orgasm hits her. Her whole body shakes against me, her pussy clamping down hard around my cock in powerful waves. The feeling is too much. I groan her name and thrust deep one final time, burying myself to the hilt as I come hard.
Thick, hot pulses spill inside her. I grind against her ass, filling her completely while she keeps pulsing around me. We stay locked together like that, breathing hard, bodies trembling as the pleasure slowly fades.
I keep my hand on her belly, feeling the warmth of her skin and the life we created together. I kiss the back of her neck softly, over and over, holding her close as our breathing slowly evens out.
We stay locked together like that for a long time, my body curled around hers, my cock still buried deep inside her.
I keep my hand spread protectively over her round belly, feeling the warmth of her skin and the subtle movements beneath it.
My lips press soft, lingering kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder.
Nina sighs contentedly and presses back against me, nestling closer. Her hand covers mine on her belly, fingers threading through mine. Neither of us speaks. There is no need for words.
I stay inside her as long as I can, savoring the slick heat of her pussy, the way she still flutters gently around me.
When I finally soften and slip out, I feel our combined release slowly drip between her thighs.
I reach down and gently rub it into her skin, not wanting to waste a single drop of us.
She turns in my arms until we’re facing each other. Her belly presses warmly between us. I pull her leg over my hip so we stay as close as possible. I cup her face with one hand, brushing my thumb across her cheek, and kiss her slowly, deeply, with everything I feel but rarely say out loud.
She kisses me back with the same quiet intensity, her fingers stroking through my hair. When we finally part, she rests her forehead against mine. Our breaths mingle in the small space between us.
I slide my hand back to her belly and stroke it gently with my palm.
She covers my hand again, holding it there.
In this moment, everything feels complete.
The woman who once fought me at every turn, the woman who tried to run, the woman who tore apart her own story for me, is now lying soft and trusting in my arms, carrying our child.
I kiss her forehead, then her temple, then the corner of her mouth.
We stay tangled like that, skin to skin, hearts beating against each other. The morning light grows slowly brighter outside the window, but neither of us moves. There’s nowhere else we need to be.
She falls asleep, her breathing deepening, her body completely relaxed against mine. I lie there in the quiet, one hand still resting on her belly, and watch her sleep.
This is the woman I chose.
This is the life I never planned for.
And I would not change a single thing.